(A/N: Hey, I got tons of reviews when I updated, so I'm gonna do it again! Thanks to all of you! You guyz rock J Oh, and for anyone who cares, I got 4th in my most recent race, only because the judges sucked butt and made two crappy calls on me, so I got sent to the back, both times cuz of the same kid. Ah well, didn't have a great weekend anyway. Life goes on. I'll do better next week, I'm moving up so I go faster! Vroom vroom! Ahem, anywayz, on with the show!)

Ginny stormed down to the Great Hall for supper, not quite wanting to talk to anyone. Even Colin, her best friend, backed away when he saw her fuming. The only person who wasn't intelligent enough to back away seemed to be Draco Malfoy. He too had had a bad day. Who wouldn't when your so-called father sends you a letter that basically demeans everything you thought you did right, and further lowers and crushes even the slightest thing you did wrong. He was appallingly nasty to everyone, even those closest to him. When he saw Ginny, every thought of her being even slightly his friend faded from his mind. He wanted to be a jerk. He wanted to be a prat. He wanted her to yell and scream, and he wanted to yell and scream right back at her. He sauntered up to her and stopped her in her tracks.

"What the hell do you want?" she snapped bitterly.

"Nothing, just noticing the colorful language. Not very ladylike, but hey, its not like growing up with an impossible number of brothers you could know what's ladylike. You sure you're even female?" He had no idea how much his comments hurt. She didn't even think. Her hand flew out, and she slapped him with all the force she could muster. His head snapped to the side from the force. Tears burned her eyes. She didn't even say anything as she turned and ran from the Great Hall. He looked bewildered, his hair falling in his face slightly as it came out from the perfected styling. He sighed heavily and walked out, flashing a forced smirk at his table as he went. Slytherins snickered slightly. Once liberated from the curious eyes of his peers, Draco ran out the swinging front doors that had obviously recently freed the youngest Weasley from the torments of the school.

"Ginny? Gin? C'mon, Gin, I'm sorry! Ya know I didn't mean it!" he called as he searched for her. He ran around a sharp corner of the school where the moon cast a deep shadow, not bothering to look back. He sighed deeply, doing things Malfoys didn't do, such as letting his head lower and his shoulders sag.

Ginny saw the platinum-haired boy and leaned closer to the wall. Unfortunately, she failed to keep completely quiet when she let out a slight sob. Draco spun around.

"Ginny! I'm so sorry! I…I…I don't know what came over me…" he said, pleading for her forgiveness.

"I think we should go back to…" she paused and took a large breath "how we were before…when you were a Malfoy and I was a Weasley…:" It hurt. To hear her say these words was down-right painful.

"Ginny…"

"I'm through with getting hurt by people like you!" she cried. With that, she turned and fled, not even bothering to look back.

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"Giiiiiinny," a voice hissed. She felt the herself begin to tremble. It was him. She knew it was him. "Giiiiiinny, why did you leave me, Ginny? You left me…for him." Him? Him who? Her mind was racing. "You are mine, Ginny, my sweet." She felt an icy hand brush her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes. She knew where she was. The room was damp and palely lit with flickering green torches on the walls. She shivered. She wasn't his! As if echoing her thoughts, she heard a voice.

"She isn't yours! She will never be yours!" Draco? She looked over and saw him.

"Him…why him? You left me for him!" Riddle's voice wasn't the calm, patient one she usually heard. He was desperate, shrill. Ginny realized what he meant. He had thought that she had fallen in love with Draco and had chosen the youngest Malfoy over him. Riddle was jealous. Come to think of it, since her and Draco had become close, she hadn't had one of these dreams. But now, she was leaving him. And now Riddle was taking this opportunity to fill the hole in Ginny's heart that was where Draco had been. She knew what would happen if Draco attacked Riddle. He would retaliate. Call his snake. Something to overpower his enemy. She had to distract her capturer.

"Tom…oh, Tom, it's you I want! Only you!" she cried. She threw her arms around Tom's neck and glanced over his shoulder at Draco. Did he understand her intent?. Riddle's arms encircled Ginny. He kissed her neck. She could almost feel Draco's rage from where she was as he screamed a curse. But before the curse hit, a flash of white light filtered into the room. They all covered their eyes…

"Ginny!" Draco cried as he flew up in head bead, covered yet again in that icy sweat. Though he only wore a pair of pajama bottoms, he felt ablaze. He pulled off his covers and swung his legs out of bed, He rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair. Why was this happening to him?!

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At the same time, Ginny gasped and called out for Draco. She knew. It was him that protected her, but she refused to believe it. She simply refused. She pulled her pillow close to her and hugged it closely. She couldn't stand the thought of Tom having her again. She was trembling. She couldn't stay in this room. She grabbed a soft, silky robe and threw it over her light, nearly see-through lavender nightgown. She tied the front loosely and pulled on some matching slippers. She went down the stairs to the Common Room and down to the bottom of the Grand Staircase. She sat on the bottom step, sobbing slightly. She tensed when she heard footsteps. She looked up slowly and gasped at who stood before her.

(A/N: Sorry, the end was kinda rushed. I'm trying to update all my stories. Please review! Talk to ya guyz lata!)